#oops guess you ARE psychic

[dearmura]

🖤ni-ki boyfriend headcannons🖤

(will continue adding onto it tbh)

🧸denies it if asked but is a SUCKER for affection (i.e. cuddles, kisses, etc.)

doesn't display much pda, to the point where some may not even guess that you two are dating. as soon as you two get home, he's back hugging you, burying his face in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent, and begging you for attention

🧸has a thing for his partner being shorter than him ( I don't make the rules )

as a playful kid, this would be his perfect opportunity to tease you and overall just get on your nerves ( thinks you're the cutest when you're sulky). I also see him as very protective (non-toxic, 'wear what you want, I can fight' type) so you being shorter than him will just fuel that agenda

🧸will 100% spoil you

you like a hoodie in his closet? it's yours

sees an article of clothing that reminds him of you while you're out? here's the receipt just in case it doesn't fit (it will, he knows you all too well)

will get sulky if you choose the cheapest food item on the menu

even if it's not financially, he stills spoils you (with attention, affection, etc etc)

you just want a hug? be prepared to stay in that position with him in your arms for a good few hours

basically: what y/n wants, y/n gets

🧸is the type to baby you (either to show his love or tease you (or both))

if you're with riki, be prepared for him to coo at everything you do, no matter what it is. or have him baby talk you when he thinks you're being too cute. is also the type to feed you just to see your reaction

taking 'his baby' to a whole new level

🧸without a doubt has partner privilege

the members can baby him or tease him and he'll get all defensive about it. but when you do it, he gives in and has quite possibly the dumbest smile on his face. allows himself to be coddled like the baby he is, essentially

🧸into neck kisses

don't ask me why, my psychic senses are tingling with this one. he's definitely the type to hug you from behind or have you sat on his lap and just bury his face in the crook of your neck for warmth. also is a sucker for receiving them (will melt). it's a plus if you're ticklish cuz that makes another reason why he should kiss you there 🤷‍♀️

🧸gives you literal heart eyes (even when you're not looking)

when he loves someone, he's the type to show it, intentional and subconsciously. you can be talking and he'll just have the stupidest smile on his face giving you his full, undivided attention. also is very much the type to stare at your lips as you speak. you can be having a disagreement over something miniscule and he'll wait for you to finish speaking so he can just pull you into a kiss and see you all flustered

"you're so adorable when you're mad, princess"

🧸your parents LOVE him more than you oop

if you're from a culture that isn't his, he'll literally try to learn the language or some greetings to leave a good impression on your family. brings fruits, flowers, whatever cultural greeting gift it is: he's got it

is the type to feed into your mom's bragging and beg her to show him albums of your baby pics😒

LOVES sports so your dad will actually adopt him as his son

at the end of the day, your parents will scold you for not being good enough for him 'cause how is a man so perfect???/jj

[true-blue-sonic]

I felt bad about having literally nothing ready for Silver week 2024, so I dragged this from the depths of my very being this evening, haha. Dreams of an Absolution mentions that every night Silver lays awake, and that is what gave me the inspiration for this fic. Hope you enjoyed!🍀

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Day 1: Dreams

A snippy “Sonic, wake up!” isn’t what Sonic likes to hear when getting roused from a comfortable nap.

It’s not the first time this has been said, he thinks. There’s been more of such demands around him, as have been some pushes. Maybe. The speedster has ignored them all, floating through his sweet dreams as he is-

Until his entire body is given a shake, somehow, and that doesn’t make much sense.

With a grumble the speedster opens one eye to glare at his disruptor. It’s a glare returned in kind: Silver’s crossed arms and bristling quills speak of plentiful irritation on the psychic’s side, as does the way Sonic gets dropped onto the ground again. But neither is anything new with Silver, Sonic’s still-half-asleep brain promptly decides, and thus he stretches with an elaborate yawn. This calm field of flowers between swaying grasses and white cotton clouds in the blue sky above do not lend themselves for hastiness and irritations.

“Something the matter?” he nods back at Silver after multiple seconds, in which Silver’s dry annoyance has grown tenfold.

“Yes," gets huffed back. "I’ve been trying to wake you for ages. Tails needs you, but he couldn’t reach you on your Miles Electric. And I went out to search for you because I thought something had happened, only to find you asleep in a field of flowers while refusing to get up?!”

Between that complaint Sonic has long jumped right to his feet, any thoughts about the calmness of flowers, grasses, clouds and skies forgotten.

“Oops,” he decrees, snatching the device in question and sheepishly studying the multiple missed calls on it. Yes, Tails had been talking extensively about a new invention he was going to test one of these days, and apparently the fated moment would have been hours ago. Not nice of him to let his pal hanging like that, Sonic admonishes himself. He’d best go there immediately to make up for it. “My bad. The flowers in this Zone are really nice to sleep in,” he offhandedly mentions to Silver, tucking the Miles Electric away again. “Still, thanks for waking me. Let’s go to Tails’.”

A shake of Silver’s head that Sonic would describe as rather judgemental is his response, the other turning on his heels and stalking away. “Tails already said you’d probably be in dreamland, since you didn’t respond,” gets called out over a grey-furred shoulder, Sonic laughing at that.

“He knows me too well. Yep, I was.”

“It’s the middle of the day.”

“So?”

“Dreaming is for late at night. If you're doing it during the day, you should at least be awake. Daydreaming isn't done while sleeping,” Silver states firmly, shaking out his bristling quills as a softer look forms on his face. He always looks more sunny like that, Sonic thinks every time he sees it. This time there’s even a little smile reserved for him. “But I’d been trying to wake you for a while already,” the psychic adds with a little snort. “It was impossible. You whined at me a couple of times, even.”

A full laugh slips past Sonic’s lips at the tease. “Did not.”

“Did so. Heard it myself.”

“That’s hardly proof,” Sonic winks back at him. “Besides, you can’t blame me for having nice dreams. I was flying through space and past galaxies, that’s far too neat to be woken up from so brusquely. Don’t you think?”

Pensively Silver rubs his chin. “That does sound nice. I guess dreaming of flying is quite special if you can’t fly normally?”

“I know what flying is like,” the speedster responds; he’s turned Super enough times for that to not be a mystery for him anymore. But it does leave him wondering… “You’re making it sound like you never dream the day away, heh. So what do you dream about?” he inquires, kicking into a brisk jog as Silver floats beside him into the air.

Silver’s brow furrows. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious. If flying in your dreams doesn’t faze you, then what does? What kinds of marvellous thoughts occupy your dreams?” Sonic smiles back; just something to fill the time between them on the journey back to Tails’ workshop, a few Zones over. And he doesn’t know the answer to his question anyway. He knows it from a lot of his friends: Amy dreams of him, she’s always been quite obvious about that, and Rouge dreams of gemstones, Knuckles of things around Angel Island, the Chaotix of money…

But what about Silver?

The almost staggeringly long silence that follows is rather suspicious, however.

“It’s nothing spectacular,” eventually breaks it, as does a deep sigh. “It’s just… things about the past, or the future.”

That doesn’t sound like sweet dreams, Sonic promptly decides. If they were, Silver would be more forward about it. “Nightmares?” he opens the opportunity for elaboration, though Silver slowly shakes his head at that.

“Not really… I just think a lot before I fall asleep, and then I’m so tired I don’t really dream that much anymore. It's not daydreaming because they're not nice thoughts, but...”

“You can't sleep because of it,” Sonic fills in. He’d add an inquiry if Silver is overthinking, and about what precisely, but he knows well enough that prodding doesn’t always go over well with his hot-headed friend. Yet, leaving the topic unmentioned otherwise doesn’t sit well with him either… “Silver, if you can’t sleep because you’re thinking too much, you can come to one of us,” he adds, giving the other a gentle nudge with his elbow. “We don’t mind, really. We’re here to help each other.”

Silver for his part only shrugs. “You will have to be with me every night, then. It's always the same thing."

“And that’s okay. We want to be, if it’ll make your dreams better.”

“I’ll think about it,” gets hummed back; the final thing said as Sonic’s brisk jog turns into a full run and Silver rushes beside him in silence.

Amidst Tails’ teasing about Sonic being a sleepyhead once the duo has returned to his workshop and extensive playing around with the new contraption Tails had wanted to try Sonic almost forgets what he and Silver have talked about, over the hours that the afternoon lasts still. But when the sun has sunk into the horizon and Sonic has crashed onto Tails’ couch after seeing his brother off to bed, a shuffle at the door makes his ears twitch.

He doesn’t need to open his eyes to know it’s Silver tiptoeing into the living room, with quiet breaths and softer footsteps.

Silver's eyes burn into him, the hairs on Sonic's spine prickling at the sensation. His friend stands frozen... but eventually the footsteps resume, until a weight sinks down at the very edge of the sofa's pillows. That golden stare is on Sonic still, but the speedster doesn't twitch a single quill in response, and eventually, slowly, Silver scoots closer. A lithe weight drops against Sonic's knees, small shuffles and minute movements following until Silver's tucked himself away into a little half-ball...

He’s close enough for Sonic to stretch out a hand and discreetly run his fingers over Silver’s.

The weight against his legs tenses immediately, but Sonic stays quiet. Silver doesn’t want him to talk or ask anything, he knows. But the quiet I’ll be with you is present between them: an assurance from Sonic’s side, and an acceptance from Silver’s.

And that’s how they lay, until Silver’s body has relaxed again and the other has finally, finally drifted off after the better part of an hour, Sonic refusing to let sleep claim him until his friend’s breaths have deepened and his usually-guarded face has softened like it had this afternoon.

“Have sweet dreams,” Sonic whispers into little grey ears, before turning around and sinking into them himself, with Silver’s breaths quiet but even as the speedster’s world becomes black too.

[genericpuff]

Do you think Rachel knows about LO rekindled? Or that she could've secretly been reading your comics? 👀

I mean, I think people think I want her to know about it, I know that's a common criticism made of it that I made Rekindled to like, "get Rachel to notice me", but like... y'all there's a reason I only post it to Tumblr and mirror it on Dillyhub (when I remember to actually upload pages there oop-), I stay off Rachel's turf over on Webtoons and on other major webtoon platforms because I don't feel entitled to Rachel seeing Rekindled and frankly I just don't want that kind of attention lmao That's just bad energy I don't want to invite, I already feel like I'm pushing the limit of what's "okay" with some of the criticisms I have here and Rekindled as a whole. I get enough back-of-the-head punches from her fanbase as it is LMAO

If I wanted Rachel's attention, you'd see me in her IG comment section with the rest of the "haters" asking her why she's spending more time working on memes than on her comic or tagging her in my posts or, at minimum, using the #lore olympus tags which I'm sure you've noticed I also don't do ! and generally ask people not to do when sharing Rekindled :' ) (I've actually gotten her attention in the past that way, back when I still loved the comic and I did that LO tattoo that she retweeted which was neat for about 15 seconds lol)

Don't get me wrong, I still talk plenty of shit, but I try my best to keep it in my own house because I'm not entitled to Rachel's attention or time, she's clearly doing what she wants to do and I'm doing what I wanna do, we're each in our own house, managing our own lawns. Sure, I might be that weird neighbor who's side-eyeing her through the window blinds and talking shit about her very loudly from my kitchen, but it's completely on her - at her own risk - if she chooses to listen in, just like how it's completely on me to read LO at my own risk of taking psychic damage LMAO

If she is reading Rekindled then idk, I hope she enjoys it I guess? But I totally don't blame her if she doesn't like it, the fact that one of her assistants have blocked me despite us never interacting definitely gives me the sense that she does know about it to some degree. And there have been uh... signs...

BUT those are just hoof beats so I'm not gonna go chasing zebra's, what's more likely is that she's literally just minding her own business drawing her comic and trying to get her finale sorted out. Don't mention Rekindled in her comment sections if you can help it, don't be obnoxious with sharing it in the LO-focused spaces, leave well enough alone so I can keep making this for the people who it's made for, that's all I ask :' ) <3

[thatstoomanysausages]

So many goddamn babies‼️ (Tomodachi Life):

(Guys I think I’m a psychic or some kind of gifted creature because what do you mean a new life series has been my birthday (19/10) present two years in a row😍 (1st ep of Secret Life on 20th Oct, and newest life series ep on the 18th

NEVERMIND IT COMES OUT ON THE 19TH‼️‼️‼️ IM WINNING SO HARD RN YEAHHHHHHHHH)

Anyway

Bit of a short one, but…)

- NOT A FUCKINF DRILL

- JIMMY AND JOEL HAVE HAD THEIR CHILD

- ITS A BIY (mother fucker has a hell of a resting bitch face😭😭)

- LEWIS😭😭😭😭😭

- ANKTHWE CALL

- ANOTHER BABY

- WOAHHHH

- TWO IN ONE GO

- FROM PEARL AND REN THIS TIME

- A GURL

- GIRL

- SHES SO PRETTY LIKE HER BIG SISYER😭😭😭😭😭

- BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYES GIVE HER SOME BROWN CONTACTS

- MILLIE😭😭😭😭

- SOBBINGGGGGGG

- GADDAMMNNNNN

- That was a rollercoaster🙂

- It’s been a couple weeks and now Millie is grown up😭

- BROTHER SHES GOT A COMICALLY LOW VOICE MAN

- LIKE CLINICALLY

- The slideshows of the kids growing up is so cute

- I was an absent father for the entire time

- Didn’t check in once

- She got the bowl cut as a kid😭 poor thing

- They end it with the fuckinf clip of the kid giggling. I’m so hormonal rn don’t even get me started

- Omg what a surprise🙂 guess who’s fighting😐

- Fucking Grian. Again.

- It’s with Joel

- TWO MONTHS

- Oop. I’ve been gone longer than a few weeks I guess😭😭

- Or I just didn’t visit him last time idk

- K they made up

- Poultry Man and Rendog friendship‼️‼️‼️

- I’ve been in London and shared a hotel room with my friend where I got fuck all sleep so Cleo’s new catchphrase is “cowabunga” when happy and I refuse to change it

- walked in on Grian making goo goo eyes at Scar😭 life imitates art ig

- the dreams these guys have are not verbally describable help I’m flinging a stickman hot guy around like crazy what

- “where have you been for three months” …good question😨

- I gave Hotguy car ears… he loves them

- just gave X a whole ass pineapple and he ate that mf whole🤨

- ETHO IS IN LOVE

- BIGB?????

- FUCK IT UP RAREPAIR

- yessss bitch wear a children’s bear t-shirt to your confession

- “I know more about you than you do, we should go out”

- …

- who’s gonna be surprised when I tell you it didn’t go well

- “I’m sorry” in a really echoed voice😨😭😭 PLEASEEEE

- damn they both went straight to sleep😭😭😭

- real

- wish that was me so bad rn

- I keep forgetting I put Martyn in a dress😭😭big ass ball gown

- never mind he wants to change

- yesssss a bikini

- he loves it😭😭😭😭😭

[akaripng]

Morning Breeze

— [˚ʚ♡ɞ˚] Kazhua x black fem!reader

❥ [genre]➼ fluff

---

The morning light filters in through sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold. For most people, it’s the promise of a new day, but for you, it means a battle with the alarm clock—and a likely defeat. Despite your best intentions, morning classes have always felt like a conspiracy against your natural sleep pattern.

Today, though, the air shifts gently, filled with the subtle scent of jasmine and green tea. There’s a lightness, a soft disruption—Kazuha.

“You should be up, or you’ll be late again,” his voice floats to you, melodious and calm. Not for the first time, you think how living with Kazuha is like cohabiting with a particularly considerate breeze. He moves through life gracefully, disturbing nothing and no one, yet somehow manages to set everything right.

“Five more minutes,” you mutter, the words muffled by your pillow. You hear a soft chuckle in response.

“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”

The bed dips slightly as he sits down beside you, the mattress barely protesting under his slight frame. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake. Resigning yourself to the inevitable, you finally sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Kazuha smiles at you, his eyes crinkling in amusement. His hair is tied back loosely, a few stray strands framing his face beautifully.

“Breakfast is ready. And I’ve laid out your clothes for the day. You should hurry.”

You groan softly but get up, trudging towards the bathroom. By the time you come out, feeling somewhat more human, you find a simple breakfast laid out on the small dining table. Kazuha, in his typical fashion, has prepared a healthy but delicious meal. Avocado on toast with a perfectly poached egg on top, and a cup of green tea steaming beside the plate.

“Thanks, Kazuha,” you say, genuinely grateful. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He gives you a soft smile, then goes back to his book. You eat quickly, mindful of the ticking clock.

As you head back to your room to dress, you find the outfit he picked out for you: a comfy black sweater and high-waisted jeans, paired with your favorite sneakers. It’s simple but exactly what you feel like wearing.

“Kazuha, do you have some sort of psychic powers when it comes to my wardrobe?” you tease as you pull on the sweater. He looks up from his book, a glint of humor in his gaze.

“Just observant,” he replies. “And perhaps a bit lucky in guessing your mood.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you grab your bag and check its contents. Laptop, notebook, a couple of textbooks, pens, and—oops, almost forgot your phone charger. You toss it in, then zip the bag shut.

“Do I look okay?” you ask, turning to him. It’s a half-joke; Kazuha has never led you astray with his choices.

“You look perfect,” he assures you, and you know he means it. Kazuha isn’t one to speak just for the sake of filling silence. His words are always deliberate, meaningful.

Before you leave, he hands you a bento box. “Lunch,” he explains. “I know you have back-to-back classes till the afternoon.”

You smile, touched by his thoughtfulness. “You’re the best roommate ever, you know that?”

“I just don’t want you starving,” he says, but his eyes are warm.

You head out, but not before he calls after you, “Don’t forget your presentation today!”

Right. The presentation. How could you forget?

As you walk to campus, your mind runs through the points you need to cover. You’re nervous, but the breakfast and the knowledge that you’re well-prepared (thanks to countless practice sessions with Kazuha) soothe your nerves.

Your phone buzzes with a text from him just as you reach the building. Breathe. You’ll do great.

And somehow, you believe it. With Kazuha’s support, it feels like even the wind is at your back.

The presentation goes better than you expected. When you finally return to your apartment, you’re greeted by the comforting smell of something sweet baking and the soft strumming of a guitar. Kazuha is in the kitchen, and there’s a gentle melody floating from the living room.

“How did it go?” he asks, looking up as you drop your bag by the door.

“Better than I expected,” you reply, a grin breaking across your face. “I think I actually impressed them.”

“I knew you would.” He turns off the oven and pulls out a tray of chocolate chip cookies, his specialty.

You flop down on the couch, picking up his guitar. “Teach me something,” you request. “Something celebratory.”

He laughs, joining you on the couch, and takes the guitar. His fingers move deftly over the strings, showing you chord by chord. Music fills the space between you, a simple joy that wraps around your heart like a warm hug.

“You’re a good teacher,” you tell him after a few minutes, though your version sounds nothing like his.

“I have an excellent student,” he counters, and you stick out your tongue at him.

The evening fades into night, filled with music and laughter. And as you finally turn in, ready for another battle with the alarm tomorrow, you feel a profound gratitude. Kazuha has turned everyday moments into cherished memories, the mundane into something magical. 

Living with him isn’t just easy—it’s a gift, like finding calm in the chaos of your everyday college life. And as you drift off to sleep, you realize that this is what it means to be home. Not just a place, but a feeling—one that, thanks to him, you carry in your heart.

[vvooper]

next up for ffvii character pokemon teams is our favorite local florist

unlike everyone else so far, I had double battles in mind for aerith's team. as always, though, I designed it mainly for the aesthetic and would never expect to win using this team lol. details under the cut

aerith is a recolor of an aroma lady sprite. it all works so perfectly. the skirt. the flower association. me being able to turn the aroma particles into lifestream

species: audino

ability: healer

item: focus band

moves: last resort, wish, heal bell, protect

this is depressing. oops! there's nothing super specific about the combination of audino and ifalna. audino is a healer pokemon and that just seems suited to aerith.

the item and moves, however, are deliberate choices for ifalna. focus band is not a good item to actually use, but it gives the holder a small chance to survive a hit (with 1 hp) that would otherwise defeat them. ifalna managed to survive long enough to get aerith down to the slums to safety even though she was on the brink of death. wish is a delayed healing move that will heal the active pokemon even if the one that used wish has fainted. the reason for last resort should hopefully be obvious.

species: tinkaton

ability: mold breaker

item: adrenaline orb

moves: fake out, gigaton hammer, play rough, protect

you know I had to.

while aerith has nothing to do with mold breaker's actual in-game effect, I thought this was fitting from the name alone. she generally is not associated with physical might.

the adrenaline orb doesn't mean a whole lot. I guess chairith happened during a stressful situation but that's really it.

fake out because of how aerith fooled scotch with her elaborate outfit, and then when he finally recognized her she kicked him in the nads and he couldn't move LMAO. gigaton hammer is, of course, the chair.

species: lilligant

ability: leaf guard

item: rose incense

moves: giga drain, pollen puff, solar beam, sunny day

flower pokemon #1! and a lily at that. named after aerith's ultimate weapon.

leaf guard obviously goes along with the name princess guard. it works well with sunny day. rose incense just strengthens grass type moves but it was nice and thematic.

giga drain is vaguely like aerith's soul drain ability. pollen puff is a fun one, because it deals damage to enemies and heals allies, just like how aerith is incredible with both white and black magic

species: blissey

ability: healer

item: mystic water

moves: psychic, chilling water, life dew, healing wish

great gospel is aerith's ultimate limit break, and it's absolutely bonkers. full heal, all status cured, temporary invincibility... it's also how she cures geostigma in advent children iirc. blissey because aerith is offering us a nice egg in this trying time. also blissey has some angel aesthetic going for it, and great gospel's animation includes angels.

the reason for the healer ability should be obvious. mystic water because great gospel fall as rain onto the team.

chilling water and life dew for the same reason as the mystic water, with the bonus that life dew is a healing move. healing wish is... well you're going to hate me for this, but it's a self sacrificing move that fully heals the next pokemon.

species: florges (yellow)

ability: flower veil

item: weakness policy

moves: moonblast, stored power, calm mind, synthesis

ok so. I don't think the planet is ever referred to as gaia in any of the games. but it would be weird to name a pokemon "planet," so gaia it is. I chose specifically yellow florges for aerith's flowers.

flower veil is obviously because of flowers.

weakness policy is a fun one. the planet starts throwing hands (aka weapons) when it's in danger.

moonblast and stored power felt appropriate for holy and when the lifestream itself stops meteor. calm mind because it seems like aerith needs to pray to really commune with the planet. synthesis because the lifestream is the source of life

species: xerneas

ability: fairy aura

item: power herb

moves: moonblast, focus blast, light screen, geomancy

xerneas is able to create life. it's not EXACTLY what holy does, but I felt like it was close enough among legendary pokemon.

moonblast, focus blast, and light screen are all chosen to represent holy as it looks at the end of the game. that's really it tbh.

next up should be nanaki! previous ones here

[ceilingfan5]

Lab UA and Supernatural elements AU

“I don’t want to accuse you of anything,” Taako starts, as the prelude to absolutely making a fucking accusation. “But I’ve been wondering about you.” 

“What about me?” Kravitz is short with him. He’s been snappity short with him every fucking day since the incident. Taako has been so on edge and working in the lab with him has been…difficult. There’s no good way to come out and ask if someone is a just a fucking vampire now. 

Especially not because Taako fucking knows he’s a vampire now, because he can smell it on him. Because Taako isn’t a human either. 

But you can’t just be like. Straight up are you a vampire? Don’t lie, cause my werewolf nose knows. 

Maybe he should have come into this armed a little better. 

“Uh,” Taako says. “About how you’re doing.”

“Fine,” Kravitz says. “Can we do unethical science now?” 

“Seriously? You’re fine??” 

“Fine enough to do work,” Kravitz says cooly. “Besides, how does it involve you?”

“I mean you’re my fucking lab partner, asshole, and I care about whether or not you’ve been exsanguinated!” 

Kravitz squints at him. Taako grits his teeth. 

“Look,” Taako says, beginning to count on his fingers. “I haven’t seen you bring one of those fucking Lean Cuisines since last Tuesday.” 

Kravitz winces. 

“And you turned the heat up so high in the lab you ruined my psychic mold, and you’ve worn a turtleneck every day for the last week, and-”

“Taako-”

“And you’ve been a real bitch to me! Like it’s my fucking fault!”

Kravitz’s face falls. 

“Taako, I- I don’t think it was. I- I guess I got wrapped up in my own head trying to…fix it…before anyone noticed, and…I’m sorry, I never wanted to make you feel responsible.” 

Taako’s on a roll now, though, oops! 

“Well, maybe you should! Cause I should have fucking stopped it! There shouldn’t have been a fucking vampire in my territory, and you got fucking bit, and now you’re mad at me, and my psychic mold is ruined, and-”

Kravitz blinks. 

“Your territory, Taako?” 

“Uh.” 

Kravitz squints at him. Taako takes two full steps backward, like maybe Krav’s baby vampire senses might still be garbled enough to not smell a werewolf right in front of him. 

The eye contact is so physically painful that Taako’s afraid his balls are going to fall right off and roll under the centrifuge. 

“Taako,” Kravitz says, like this is occurring to him for the first time. “Why do you care so much?” 

“Um,” Taako’s between a rock and a hard place, and both of them are radioactive. “I’m mad about the mold?” 

“No.” 

“No? You can’t tell me I’m not mad! It’s- who the fuck do you think you are-” Taako steps back again as Kravitz steps closer, and closer, and suddenly Taako’s back is to the locked door to the specimen chambers. Kravitz is so fucking close. And he smells weird, fresh vampire and all, but it’s hardly…bad. Taako’s just…not happy about it, is all. 

“Why were you gone on Tuesday?” Kravitz keeps forgetting to blink. Has he admitted it yet? Taako’s brain is eating this whole awful conversation. 

“Uh,” Taako says. “Fishing.” 

“You’re out of personal time. You took your adoptive nephew to see the wrestling.”

“Fuck me,” Taako sighs. “Why the fuck do you care about my personal time?” 

Kravitz finally blinks, and looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“No reason.”

“Hey,” Taako smells an out. It’s a dangerous one. But, you know, you take what you can get. “Do you fucking like me?”

“What??” Kravitz can’t go greyer in the face now, but he looks like he ought to be. “I- You’re- we’re coworkers! I can’t be-” 

“You fucking like me!” 

“Well-! It takes one to know one, doesn’t it??” 

“What the fuck are you accusing me of?” 

“You KNOW,” Kravitz hollers, looking totally unbalanced. “I’ve really lost track!”

Taako looks at him. Kravitz looks right back, looking downright pitiful, and Taako just has to laugh. Kravitz chuckles softly. 

“You know, in our line of work,” he says, shaking his head. “I should have gotten the vampire insurance.” 

“Yeah,” Taako says solemnly. “Dunno if it would’ve done you any good, though. I still can’t prove to Farm Bureau that I’m a werewolf.” 

Kravitz’s eyes go wide. Taako may as well go in with the baseball bat, while everything’s all fucked anyway. 

“Do you think we can still kiss?”

Kravitz opens his mouth, and shuts his mouth, and opens it again. 

“You know,” he repeats, thoughtful, dazed. “I’d still like to try?”

[ramosdefloress]

shoutout to this fanart that made me wonder

Which species of dragons would our beloved huevos be?

(I'm going to use pokémon as base. Do not question. Also dragon and flying type are implicit on that oneKAKAK)

Alright, so!

RICHINHAS! already said in a stream that he wanted to hatch as a water dragon, and I think that's SO in character for him, while is SO ironic since he hates bath

PRINCESS SUNNY! I think it's kinda obvious but Sunny would fit a fire dragon sm. I mean, look at my girl. She would be flying around throwing fire balls at everything and burning everything down (do not blame her she's just a girl!!)

Also, nice time to say: I always thought abt Empy and Sunny as a sun and moon duo. Also, I think it just suits her and her personality a lot. So, yeah, Ice Empanada!!

Little Lullah! Well, she canonically attracts animals like the disney princess she is (source: QSMP wiki) and I always thought her as a nature dragon! But psychic as well!! Imagine her playing her flute or her maracas as the animals just follow her with curiosity.

Dapper!! Ghost and dark. Besides the obvious reasons, I think it's really funny he just scarying people around w/ the power of the grim reaper behold him

Our baby boy Ramón! Oh, well... I could say steel. But I also could say fighting. And electric. So... the three I guess?

Pomme: NOTRE LÉGENDE!! well, I always thought about Pomme as Ice type, like Empanada. But on the other side, Fighting and Fairy would be wholesome! (Also, because of Bad being her parent as well, she would be Ghost type too. But who knows!)

CHAY! OUR LITTLE WARRIOR!* (*Hey guys!! A nice soul told me that Chayanne said that he wanted to be a water dragon. (Also I JUST noticed the relation with the little duck float as well. Oops.)

LEO! LEONARDA! LEO BONITA!! I always saw Leo as a fire dragon, and now, I would add psychic as well!

PEPITUX!! I confess I thought a lot about the little one, But then, there you go! Water Pepito type! I guess Pepito clothing being canonically a sailor uniform helped me a bitKAKAKAKK

 춘식: I honestly don't know that much about that young man, but he gives me water and psychic vibes!

For now, that's it! Any doubt, ask away!!

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for just wanting to cure my prosopagnosia?

So, I (50M) have prosopagnosia. If you don't know what this is, it's a condition where you cannot recognise peoples' faces. It's always been quite a source of pain for me, and I've always wanted to be able to people's faces.

So I'm also a CEO, of a big pharmaceutical company. 9 years ago I used my power as a CEO to host an experiment using sibling pairs of psychic children, as I thought that perhaps it would be able to help me see faces. My hypothesis was that if we could induce information transmission under stressful circumstances, then maybe this mechanic could be used so that face information could be transmitted to me psychically, to make up for it.

So the children had to be in dangerous circumstances to access their psychic powers, so we hosted an escape room game where they all had the chance of blowing up if they weren't careful and also hosted it on a sinking ship so that they had a time limit. Additionally, we made sure to tell the children who were transmitting information to their siblings, while they weren't in much danger, that if they ruined it their siblings were going to drown. I guess technically we didn't actually have to put them in mortal peril and just let them believe it (especially considering they're children) but it just seemed easier at the time to genuinely kill them I guess.

Anyways, apparently, I didn't plan well enough, I don't see how this is my fault, but we accidentally had two pairs of siblings not separated, but instead in the same experiment location. So, this asshole cop (36M, at least at the time) came and tried to save the children and ruin my experiment, so to make sure it still went smoothly, I dragged one of the children (12F) off and threw her back into the incinerator. Now obviously, this didn't go well because her brother (15M) was in the same location and unable to transmit the answer to her, and oops, she did seem to burn to death in front of her traumatized brother!

Now, 9 years later I've been put into one of these games myself, and I have a feeling someone who's upset with me about the previous game is responsible. I can't tell because I don't recognize their faces, but this seems like a huge asshole move tbh, I don't see what subjecting me to the same game is hoping to achieve!

I really think I'm justified, but maybe I'm misjudging, AITA for this?

[lariyats]

something something my haikaveh pokemon au

the NOTES. for people who don’t have much knowledge of pokemon.

if you have NOT been linked here from the fic, the fic is here.

KAVEH’S TEAM

Pidgeot, Reuniclus, Mehrak (Porygon2)

ALHAITHAM’S TEAM

Braviary (Hisuian), Metagross, Pichu

they each have a big bird, a stage 2 psychic type and a baby (mehrak is a baby) bc they’re cringe and matchy matchy mirrors of each other. etc.

i forgor the brush i was using so that’s why they look different oops sawry

FAQ (but not really)

Q: why does alhaitham have a metagross?

A: ‘i’m just a feeble scholar’ headass. i wrote that not many ppl know he has one but after the coup this changes and everyone finds out. they both hate it

Q: mehrak porygon and not rotom?

A: yes. bc someone has to be! ancient artificial pkmn thats been a little bugged out from age etc. i think its funnier like this too (running joke)

+relationship chart if anyone's curious. ignore that its in the notes app i wrote it while i was on vacation.

protip: birds were picked on vibes (pokedex entries), psychic types on vibes but also how they can help with their day jobs (actually only kaveh) and their babies on both vibes and helpfulness (you can probably guess who). check the dex entries for more information. what can i say.

reshiram is the dragon of truth + zekrom is the dragon of ideals - why theyre paired with haitham and kaveh respectively should be self explanatory. i think.

not mentioned, but the other competitors teams.

in this au, the structure of the competition rounds is the same as canon, but they can also pick one pokemon partner to help them each round. battling is prohibited except for in the final round, where some is allowed for purposes of gaining the diadem. kaveh picked mehrak in all three rounds.

- faruzan and golurk

- layla and abra

- tighnari and breloom

& of course, wanderer and silvally, cyno and lucario, and nahida and shaymin! nahida also takes care of a 1% zygarde (a little squishy guy)

ENDING SCENE COMMENTARY

in my idea of hvkh. hthm is kind of a ‘and then i’ll keep these feelings inside until i die’ kind of guy but also not really. he knows he’s in love but he doesn’t want to say it out loud bc he also knows that saying it when kaveh isn’t ready for it could end badly.

so what he does is show it in other ways. he bickers like usual. he goes to pick him up from the tavern and pay his bill and take him home, take off his makeup and his accessories etc. making little accomodations for him that he wouldn’t for anyone else. that’s the kind of love that he shows.

kvh on the other hand is the …. hmmge…. dunno how to word it properly but the ‘if i let myself be loved then i let myself be known.’ kind of guy. or something. it’s not that he doesn’t return hthm’s feelings! or even not know what it means! but he doesn’t want to accept them for what they actually are bc… if he does, then it also means confronting the fact that someone actually Cares about him [jawdrop.jpg]. and that person is like. the most annoying person you have ever known but also like the only person who perfectly matches you beat for beat and makes you Feel. feelings. horrendous.

so bc of that i did Not actually choose to put in words the big L word . Yes they do Confess, but in the theme of things, it’s more Actions speak louder than Words. it is also more wow. both me and alhaitham would probably break out in hives if he straight up said it like that. i would much rather let the two of them be the ‘act’ and the ‘react’.

i also think that kaveh is someone who loves romantic gestures and even though what happened was romantic (kind of) lots of things happened that made it also. really weird. so while its p much acceptance of feelings he also wants to have a chance to properly convey things and have a heartfelt romantic dramatic speech etc. after he's prepared. that's the proper answer part.

it’s a tale of two idiots who both have acts of service as their giving love language but the extent to which their receiving (acts of service) differs. bc kaveh probably has receiving (words of affirmation) and haithams is. idk. receiving (knowing that the person he loves knows he is loved and that he is taking care of himself and knows his own worth). bc as cute as physical affection hc is it do think that it’s not really something he absolutely needs or wants. whoa i am rambling ok ill stop myself there for now. whew.

[theminecraftbox]

If you feel like sharing (no pressure), what’s the context of the “dream’s little rebellions” coparent snippet? Some of the dialogue got me very curious- who is sam’s “boyfriend” that dream referred to? Is this happening after dream told sam no?

(coparent au)

Oooooh have I really not talked about the flower boy era on here yet?? I guess I haven't, my bad!

Sooooo. There is an incident during the basement era, where Briar has gone to bed and Sam and Dream end up, ummmm, having some wine with dinner and, oops, talking. It's not a date or anything don't be dumb!!! It's just a good night, they're both in a good mood, and Dream loosens up and his face flushes and Sam offers him a second portion of dinner (rare!), and another glass. And then another, and he keeps the bottle out. They're not talking about anything in particular, at first.

This is the night that Dream and Sam fall asleep in the same bed without cuffs, and it has FALLOUT. Flower Boy is part of that.

Later into the night Dream asks to come upstairs, and Sam panics. It's all too domestic, too romantic. He tells Dream that Dream is too drunk and can't consent. Which makes Dream absolutely furious, because, well, *gestures at basement era* so this is Sam's line???

The conversation that follows is long and gets absolutely bonkers, here are some Flower Boy highlights.

(oh yeah and Sam also asks Dream about Briar's other parent during this conversation. Since, yknow, they're talking about Other Women. Dream won't budge. And then they get into talking about feelings and oh boy it gets fucking messsssyyyyy. Dream asks about what Sam thought, when he found the two of them, why he decided to go through with the kidnapping. Dream admits he was scared of Sam the whole time he was running. oh god the psychic damage. Dream says "I knew you would come for me" and Sam's writing it in his diary and circling it with hearts)

So after all of these emotional concessions Sam decides he's got something to prove. He goes and asks out Flower Boy (who as a plot device didn't get a name for a long time, I think we landed on Eric eventually).

This makes Dream MAD AS FUCKING HELL. Sam's trying to make him jealous and the worst thing is that... it's working. Or something; he's not sure if he feels jealous so much as he feels used, and lonely, and worthless.

Contrary to his word, Sam doesn't try to hide Dream away in the cellar. Sam keeps bringing Flower Boy around, having Dream cook for them (he's told him Dream's the live-in help/nanny). Flower Boy brings games and plants and things for Briar, so Briar likes him too. Dream focuses on gritting his teeth and not trying to kill him with a butter knife, even while he's perfectly kind and polite to Dream.

The brief fling doesn't last terribly long. Sam and Flower Boy both lose interest. But Dream's anger and Sam's ego boost stay... hence the rebellions.

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena reactions S1Ep3 (I unfortunately don't have English reactions for the first two eps. They're at least half in German)

Xena Episode 3

Awww, Gabrielle training. (sword stuckkkk)

"You're lucky the tree was unarmed" 😂

Wisdom before weapons

Xena three seconds later: *pulls sword*

NOOOO, GABRIELLE BABYYY kein Schwert!

Uh oh. Orpheus? Or Morpheus? *rewinds* yeah, no idea. Probably Morpheus. Cos title: Dreamworker

"I'm waiting for you to say it for me" Pfft, the lesbianism

Gabrielle... No swordies for u

Oh yeah. Morpheus.

"You must be experienced then." "I've had experiences" SO valid as an answer

"Bigger" Xena staring at her breasts.

"IT'S NOT LIKE YOUR BREASTS ARE DANGEROUS ENOUGH" dhdhdvsvsva GABRIELLE

*shoves guy against barrel* Oop. She is BIG MAD her gf is gone. (Vastra 🤝 Xena)

"I'm not the wifey type" LESBIAN

Uh oh. Gabrielle senses opportunity

Ooooop, Gabrielle shouldn't kill

Travel dreams to save her love. (Something something "time travel was always possible in dreams")

"Use your own mind against you" uh oh

Is she wearing purple? Pwettyyy (not giving Katie McGrath at all, yes I'm gay)

OHHHH. Names of her victims. It's so much harder to kill when you see people as people...

"Kill us" oh yikes I'm getting hooj FMAB vibes from the philosopher's stone scenes. Especially in uhhhhh when they're stuck in the wrong portal

Oiii, Morpheus is not an ally to lesbians. Rude. Boo

Gabrielle my pretty princess I will fall to my knees are worship at your feet (I'm gay)

Remember Xena's words, Gabrielle

She made them fight each other, whoop

I want them to speak through either dreams-

Ohhh. The lesbianismssss xD So gae

Look at the gays

NOOOO, SHE FADES NOOOO *flashbacks* CAN WE STOP MAKING LESBIANS FADE FROM DREAM SPACES at least Gabrielle wasn't fucking MURDERED i guess

"It was a hypothetical question"

PFFFT Gabrielle bargaining for beauty sleep xDD

Why was the sword quality of the first sword so shitty?

PLS THE WAY THEY ACTUALLY STOP. AND START FIGHTING EACH OTHER. I love her.

Wow Gabrielle has SO much luck

"Soon she'll be just like you" ahhhh

Xena doesn't want Gabrielle to suffer that way

Ohhh, she controls her own passage!

Woman 👀 Smexy

OOP, IT'S XENA HERSELF

"It means I finally get to kill you" HUH

Did I mention women are super sexy

Awww, poor Gabrielle

"If you were that strong I would never have left you"

HAH. She disappearedddd

Gabrielle. Give that sword to Xena

GOOD GIRL

Boob knife boob wife

PUNCHING HIM YESSSS. IMPRESS XENA

"10 percent off everything" shdhdhs

Yay, blind man got his job back (don't like his miracle healed sight but whatever)

"Mythical priests in your area"

Gabrielle my beloved

"We're all capable of it" The waterrr

"But if we sit here long enough, it'll go back to calm" HHHHH

They're so gay

The water is calm as they leave... Xena at Gabrielle's side

Um yes I will absolutely use a concept similar to this in a Jenny/Vastra fanfic at some point btw. I have the dreamspace and a psychic connection to exploit, hellooo.

I absolutely adore Xena and I think I'll spend the next few weeks watching only that.

[mageofsleep]

Koishi Vs Miss Merry Chapter 2(technically Chapter 1): Gluttonous Youkai Terrorizing The City!

Alright so this one's not working so well. if you want to read it properly I have an ao3 link to this you can use instead for tumblr i had to divide some paragraph out because it literally would not work unless I divided it out :( Click this link for part 1

　"So anyways, we’re here to investigate strange happenings in this area…” The scientific-looking woman, Renko, looked at Merry, “Merry, you're a bit sleepier and just completely zoned out this morning... Much sleepier than usual. Did something happen last night?" She was worried about the woman dressed in purple with baggy purple eyes. "Oh my... oh dear..." Merry tried her very best to keep both eyes open and her head up, "Last night, I tried to test out something with powers the doll witch in the forest gave me…” she yawned, “I merged my powers with the doll magic and created a doll of some sort that I could possess… I tried to dream of visiting the Youkai Mountain in Gensokyo… but I went to a time period farther than what I was hoping for… it obviously didn't take me long to encounter youkai either.... More specifically, a pair of satori twins. The doll was destroyed and as expected it left me with no injuries, but it felt so real… the satori were also still capable of reading my mind and I had the worst migraines ever. It took me an entire hour to fully wake up," she had laid her arms on the table and rested her head face down against her inner elbow.

　Inside a bakery café had a duet of academics sitting together on opposite sides. They have traveled to Kofu to investigate rumors of a strange individual in the city. A waitress greeted them and offered three menus. Renko thanked her and took the menus, placing the first on Merry's side of the table, the second to Renko’s right end of the table, and kept the last. The waitress was concerned about Merry, "Is she alright?" but the scientist reassured him, "Oh she's fine, she just needs a little bit of caffeine." The scientist turned back to Merry, "Anyways, let's try to keep you awake. What were we talking about? Satori? Those are the human-looking mountain youkai with a detached third eye who could read minds, right, Merry? It's a pretty scary ability, I wouldn't even be surprised if other youkai themselves feared them." 　Their conversations were much different than any normal guest at the café and were often centered around the occult. Sometimes, passersby would eavesdrop into their esoteric discussions. "Oh yes, these two were a little bit different, Renko," Merry yawned, "A satori can innately only read the thoughts of what you're thinking of at the moment, but…" Merry yawned, "They learned a psychic skill on how to hypnotize you into thinking about your inner memories and traumas….. later learn attacks from the memories against you…." Renko desperately tried to hold the discussion about Merry's dream, "That’s kind of like that spell that can steal enemy moves in RPGs, right? Pretty dangerous for a satori of all things to learn such a trick," but ultimately Merry once again fell asleep.

　Renko said, “Ohhh… I guess I’ll get something for you to wake up to…” she picked up the menu, opened it and slipped, “I love you, Merry…” then froze. She clutched the menu and her face gradually reddened. “What’s wrong? Why’s your face all red?” Renko heard a voice to her right, she turned her head and saw Koishi, whose vessels were in the shape of the straps of a crossbody purse, with her eye at the end. She was surprised. “Goodness, with all the food choices here, my face would go red, too. I can’t seem to pick any of these delicacies, because I just want them all!” The girl said. Renko scolded her, “Who are you and what are you doing here? I thought it was just me and Merry.” Koishi replied, “Oooh was this supposed to be a date? Oops, I just wanted some treats.” “No-no-no-no-no! This isn’t a date! We’re supposed to be investigating youkai exploiting people for tre-” Renko peered at Koishi’s satchel and realized that the ‘bag’ was her third eye and the ‘strap’ were her vessels and was horrified. She then interrupted herself and exclaimed, “You! You’re the youkai exploiting people for treats, aren’t you?!” Guests at other tables around slightly turned their heads towards the Hifuu Club. Koishi asked, “If it's not a date, then why did you confess your love to her?” Maribel had woken up startled from the noise. Renko’s face became as red as a sweet cherry; she could not form a single proper sentence. Merry said, “Oh, I think I had another crazy dream, I think I was in burning in the fires of He-” she widened her eyes, “Renko, did you bring a youkai with us? Weren’t we supposed to investigate youkai? The one you found is exactly the one I fought in my dream this morning that read my mind and gave me headaches.” Renko was surprised, “M-Merry? Ohh I hope you didn’t hear-I mean… I didn’t really plan on bringing her, she’s the culprit behind the incidents in this city. She’s exploiting humans for treats, and that’s why we traveled here, but we got a bit sidetracked. Or… our investigation has been solved in a way.” Koishi sulked, “I guess I got caught, and now you won’t give me treats because I pranked you, right? It’s fine, I couldn’t decide on what to order anyways.” Merry answered, “Actually Koishi, I could give you something that you like. I’ll even pay for your drink and treat. If I do, though, could you give us something in return?” Koishi’s eyes lit up, “Ooh a trade!? If you surface dwellers order me something I super ultra mega love, I’ll give you both a formal invitation to my palace. Although, it’s in the Underground which is a dangerous place!” Renko questioned Merry, “Merry, if you spoil her, she’ll just continue to prank humans, but maybe you have a different motive than the incident she caused in this city?” Merry replied, “You read my mind better than this satori. I think I’m more invested in something related to my dream last night. Let’s talk more after we’ve ordered something; I’m already starting to fall back to sleep.”

　The waitress walks toward the table and asks them what they would like to order. Renko answers, “I would like just an iced mocha coffee with just a little bit of milk, please, I'm not really hungry.” Merry questioned her, “Goodness, Renko, are you also indecisive? I could get something for you too; we have a lot of work ahead of us, you know.” Renko blushed and answered, “N-No, I’ll just stick with the coffee….really it’s fine.” Merry sneered at Renko and then sighed, “It is what it is then,” she faces the waitress and finalizes her order, “Okay, I would like a hot cappuccino signature blend, a tray of assorted cookies, and a whole round tiramisu cake. The green one wants a caramel hazelnut latte shake and pancakes with strawberry toppings and whipped cream. Also, give her maple syrup with it, too.” The waitress writes down the Hifuu Club’s orders then takes leave. Renko becomes surprised at Merry’s order, “Merry, did you buy those cookies and cake for all of us? I’m seriously not that hungry.” “Well, if you don’t want the rest, I’ll just keep it in my house just in case you do get hungry. The cookies are rations for our real investigation, though.” Koishi wonders, “So you ordered me something too? I hope you ordered me something I really love!” Merry answers, “Of course, Koishi.”

　Later on, their conversation shifted and Renko turned toward their youkai friend, “You know, I kinda forgot she was here again. This satori is a bit strange.” Merry agreed, “I’m able to remember her fine, actually. Although, she’s not the same Koishi I fought in my dreams. She can’t read minds, but I do see that there seems to be a barrier of some sort that’s affecting that ability.” Koishi responds, “It’s true, I’m not like other satori. We’re so hated by everyone because we can read minds, so I closed mine. Ever since I closed it, I’ve been able to go as I please!�� Renko asked Merry, “Do you think she’s in a state of nothingness? She always seems content and thoughtless.” “Definitely not if she’s gluttonously exploiting people for treats, of course. The eye of a satori is their ‘heart.’ What I feel like I’m seeing is that the seal’s true nature is that it’s a barrier within her ‘heart,’ or a divide between the conscious and unconscious. Although, the way she has sealed it is a bit imperfect,” Merry answered. “Hmm, Miss Merry seems to know a lot of stuff! If you’re trying to learn how to unstitch it… then… then there’s no way to unstitch my eye. I'll be like this forever and ever!” Koishi smiled, but to both of the Hifuu Club members, it felt insincere. “Hmm… I think we’re making her a little bit too uneasy… She hasn’t had her treats to interrogate her with, so let’s change the topic: We would know more about Koishi from her sister, right? All of my answers about the banishment of the oni and the satori will be answered underground.” Merry said. Koishi said, “My sister likes to talk to people who enter our palace. She's not much of a fighter, so you don't really have to worry about her fighting you.” Renko worried, “That’s true, but the oni and plenty of other dangerous youkai on the path there are the ones who guard the underground, right? We would have to fight them in order to get to the castle in the center. Would you give us a pass from them?” Koishi exclaimed, “Nope! You have to go through the journey to Chireiden yourself!” Merry followed, “I’m all up for it actually, I will just use the same doll magic I used last night. Although, the doll I made to spy through other worlds so the real ‘me’ wouldn’t get hurt still felt too realistic, and I’m kind of worried about that.” “So you were trying to create a doll similar to a ROV or a planetary rover, right? Something to use as a camera for dangerous places instead of getting injured, but it didn’t really work out,” Renko said. “More like it worked out a bit too well. I don’t think satori are able to read minds through a doll. It’s much different than how I used mine.” Merry faced Koishi, “The Koishi of the past was very strong, stronger than her older sister, but they were both able to read my mind even if I was using a doll to spy on them. Actually I don’t…” Merry hesitated, “I feel like it was another body that I created rather than a doll… like another ‘me’ or a doppelgänger. It feels a lot different than what I normally do. Before, I just brought the original ‘me’ with me to those worlds, but this doppelgänger is much different.” “You’re saying you fought me in the past?” Koishi wondered. Merry answered, “Yes, many centuries ago when you were still on the mountain. Although, I guess it may be centuries for you, it was literally last night for me. I’m guessing you don’t remember it.” “Hmm… Even if my eye was open, I don’t think I could remember all the humans I’ve fought. I’ve scared so many people, both human and youkai alike, it would be hard to keep track of them all!” Koishi admitted. “Oh dear, how unfortunate,” Merry worried.

“Also, I don't believe one could make two bodies of themselves, it just doesn't make any sense. Maybe if you go back to the old witch you learned it from, then she might know what’s going on.” Renko noted. Merry refuted “I would believe it’s the same as how a god creates or possesses an avatar, would it not?” Renko insisted, “Merry, you can only have one brain. You should know this, we’re post-grads after all.” “Oh you know, I think my migraines started back up again. I’m too tired to debate with you right now, Renko. I think I’ll wait on my drink,” Merry sighed. Koishi was confused at what they were arguing with each other about, but was nonetheless interested in the cold stares the academics gave each other.

The waitress entered and placed drinks and dishes at each girl’s sides of the table while the academics still silently stared at each other. Koishi gazed at her wonderfully cold and earthy shake. She turned toward the tray of desserts being placed one by one on the table, and was so infatuated, “Oh my, they all look so amazing… so many amazing treats!” Merry snapped out of her cold and silent feud with Renko. She faced Koishi, then turned back toward Renko and agreed, “Right, our food and drinks are ready. We should start interrogating her as she enjoys her meal.” Koishi looked at both Renko and Merry before she began eating and shivered, “What are you two saying?” then murmured, “‘Merry has completely… Renko’s so cute whe… but she’s so cute… so ignorant like this…’” and finally exclaimed, “Your mouths aren’t moving but you’re saying things! This is strange!” Renko and Merry become so flustered, their faces reddened to the color of a strawberry. Renko peered at Koishi’s third eye and quivered, “Her eye… it’s opening back up… Does that mean she just…” and blushed even more. Merry hesitatingly pressed, “I’m not able to see it from here, but it doesn't look like the barrier is undoing itself… but… I did say that… it’s imperfect… oh no…” Merry shiveringly cut a slice of the tiramisu onto her empty plate, as it flaked and parted along the way. She then picked up her mug and slowly downed the hot cappuccino. Koishi tilted her head, but she felt a tight feeling in her stomach and peered back at her treat. “You guys are strange humans. Well, it may all look beautiful, but let’s see how it tastes. Will I super duper ultra mega enjoy it? If I do, I’ll formally invite you to Chireiden!”

Renko shakingly picked up her cup and sipped some of her own coffee. She then snapped out of her embarrassment and faced Koishi pouring maple syrup on her pancake then exclaimed, “Merry! Let’s focus on interrogating her: Koishi, I wonder if you know or remember how you traveled to this city.” Koishi said, “Oh, hmm… I just followed this tanuki with a bunch of colorful glowy spinny things. I got caught, but she said I could only be here if I prank humans. They give me lots of soft things that look like animals if I do!” Koishi then joyously snacked on her pancakes. “Alright! So we already found where she got this idea from, but now we have to find the real villain, right?”  Renko asserted, “I might be more interested in finding them out than going to Former Hell filled with dangerously foul youkai, honestly. This satori here is already a handful to deal with and she’s not even trying to fight us.” Koishi worried, “You won’t accept my invitation to Chireiden, Miss Renko?” Renko hesitated, “I-I mean…” Merry assured, “Koishi, it all depends on how you enjoy your meal, right? How is it by the way?” “Well, these pancakes are very great, but the strawberries don’t taste as fresh as the freshly picked strawberries my pets harvest for me. The drink is super amazing, though, I think I might just give you the invitation for that alone!” Koishi smiled. Merry said, “Really? I will gladly accept your invitation, then. I’ll give you some of these cookies to take home with you, too, Koishi.” “This youkai is just as spoiled as a princess,” Renko giggled. Merry notices a slice of tiramisu on Renko’s once-empty plate as she packs various different containers with cookies. She said, “The way to Former Hell is in Gensokyo, so I’ll dream about visiting the forest as a start just so I can learn more spells before our mission. I don’t think I will be able to bring you with me this time, though, as I’ll be using the same exact method I used last night. I hope you understand; you’re going to have to find your own way to Gensokyo.” Renko was shocked, “Huh?! How would I be able to find a way to Gensokyo?” “I’ll give you a hint: It’s the true ‘villain’ of this incident in this city, the bake-danuki boss. She’s the one who brought Koishi here. Also, the bake-danuki thrive on Sado, but there must be something important in Kofu if their boss is causing mischief here.” Merry explained. Koishi asked, “You guys are talking about Miss Futatsuiwa?” “Yes, could you perhaps take us to this Miss Futatsuiwa as well?” Renko replied, then Koishi pondered about her question.

“Renko, after we’re done with our food and packing the leftovers, we’ll split up. If you ever even get the chance to find this Miss Futatsuiwa and travel to Gensokyo, then we’ll decide where to meet. You are interested in this incident more than visiting Chireiden after all, right?” Merry said as Renko then agreed to her plan. The Hifuu club spend the rest of their time chattering and playfully debating each other, all while Koishi and passersby become more and more invested in their conversations. Merry argued that they will both find a different outcome to their mission, while Renko wondered how youkai could physically travel between a tiny brane like Gensokyo to the greater Outside World in a non-microscopic form. The waitress who had served them even eavesdropped onto their conversations, but she heard a ringing noise in her pocket. She took her phone from her pocket and gazed at the ringing screen. She quickly turned to her managers and said, “Sorry, I really have to take this phone call,” then darted to the bathroom, then to a stall. She crouched, held the phone to her ear and quietly answered, “What is it?” The girl on the other end of the call said, “Nue, did you forget about Koishi?” “Oh, sorry I had you on speaker for a minute,” she taps her screen and then continues with her call, “No, I didn’t forget about her, but I think the humans she’s pranking are onto our game.” …“The humans she’s pranking are occultists who are madly in love with each other, but they’re both in complete denial. They gave her treats and she read their minds. I think her eye is slowly opening back up, just as you wanted, right?” … “Hmm… You’ve seen those occultists before, too?” … “Alright, I’ll try to lure one of them to you, it will be so much fun to watch you prank these lovestruck losers.”

After notes: Kofu is a city situated in the Yamanashi Province and is very close to the iconic Mt. Fuji. I can't really explain in detail why I chose this spot. Also in this story, Koishi is able to exist within the Outside in a similar fashion to Yukari and Mamizou but unlike them she cannot travel there on her own. Nue in this story is also allowed to exist and travel here because it explains how she fished Mamizou from Sado to solve the incident in Ten Desires, but it's never explicitly stated that she could in canon works.

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Hey :) does anyone have a lpmg spn series fic to binge that you recommend?

Could be a Sam or Dean or Cas fic I don't mind

That could happen in the world of spn but it isn't a show rewrite

Thanks <3

I'm gonna make some assumptions, and if I'm wrong, you're gonna have to send me another ask to clarify. First, I'm guessing that lmpg is a typo and is meant to be long. Second, I'm assuming you're looking for reader inserts and not ship fics. Third, I'm going to assume that you are okay with poly fics, because I hate to choose just one member of TFW, and poly fics are all the bee's erogenous zones, not just the bee's knees. Finally, I'm pretty sure you want canon-compliant fics, not AUs. If any of these assumptions are wrong, send me another ask and I'll change my answers!

Looking for canon-compliant (or at least, world-compliant) epic tales with awesome reader-insert characters who fall in bed (and sometimes in love) with various members of Team Free Will, sometimes all of them. I'll start with my own masterlist because it's what I'm most familiar with. 🤣

Cracker Jack Prize - 87k words - My first ever piece of fiction, and it shows. Not a reader insert, but it reads like one (2nd person POV). Myka gets with everyone in this one! It's very Mary Sue, and it's formatted poorly on AO3, but it has my favorite Cas smut scene I ever wrote.

Oasis - 46k words - My answer to the question, "After Cas freaks out the hooker at the den of iniquity, how would YOU get him to relax and seduce him?" No Sam lovin' in this one, but some super hot Dean, and a threesome scene! (A little dubcon in one scene.)

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel For Sam Winchester) - 70k words - After Oasis, I needed some Sam lovin'. And some angst, apparently.

Third Wheel - 64k words - This comes closest to a series rewrite, as it closely follows season 6. I challenged myself to write a fuck ton of fucking. Soulless Sam helped. And then Dean got involved.

Those are all of my epic TFW fics. If you also like John, I've got two more epic tales involving him. Except for one AU fic (Priest!Cas with some Sam on the side - another long fic)), everything else in my masterlist is also canon-compliant, just shorter. 🤣

I tried to search my blog for fics, but discovered that I don't have a tag for series, sadly. So, I went through my AO3 bookmarks. Here are a couple fics from other folks:

Toil and Trouble by @littlegreenplasticsoldier - 70k words - Dean x Reader - It's Cat!Dean and a psychic connection. Need I say more? So much angst and pining and silly Dean as a cat. He knows how to weaponize his ability to lick his own butt. 🤣 (Honestly, just binge-read all of Ally's stuff. It's SO WORTH IT!!)

From The Wreckage by @sp-oops - 22k words - Destiel x reader - I love all of Sp-oops's Destiel x Reader stuff, and I wish there was more of it!!! Set in episode 12x01, with flashbacks to 11x23 and Dean going off to kill Amara.

Collared by @spnexploration - 40 chapters, so it's a long one - Dean x reader - A witch turned you into a mindless slave. Dean and Sam save you.

Tattered by @stusbunker - 11 chapters - Dean x reader, Sam x reader, A/B/O - So much angst!!! Adding the A/B/O world to canon stuff just makes it all so angsty!! And smutty!

I just went looking for Not Unless Sam Says by @spectaculacularsammy and discovered that both the writer and the fic are completely gone and I'm crushed. I'm off to go cry about how the world is a much worse place because of this loss. 😭😭😭

If I think of any others, I'll come back and add them, In the meantime, maybe someone else can add some? I know I'm forgetting some that are here on Tumblr because my brain is Swiss cheese.

[riririnnnn]

Most of all, hello again! And before you ask, no, I'm not a telepath or a psychic. I mean, I was a psychic for a mini time to steal— I mean, make money fairly. :D

Back here again… I'm glad you've found some new hobbies and are doing other things! Of course, I'm also very sad when I see that you're stopping writing because maybe you feel like it's becoming more of an obligation than something cool that you're doing to share. I'm really feeling like a balance, I'm happy and sad because you really are one of the few creators of quotev that I like and you were also the one who gave me the starting point to start writing my Blue lock povs. <3

So what I'm really going to say here now as a young Brazilian who accidentally took a six bloody month psychology course is; Don't try too hard or force yourself to do something you no longer want to do. If that second one is the case then I just wait for a post like "It's over, I'm done writing, Bye and Lol."

And one more thing, I'm like air. You may not see me or smell me, but sometimes you hear me and feel me— :D

Ily, bye-bye darling.

—TJ. 🇧🇷

PS; Don't worry, I probably won't actually kill someone and I'm sorry about the accidental double ask.

Ah, well, I consider myself as a lawful good, but I don't mind the idea of, y'know, stealing money from the rich. Like, I don't condone the idea of stealing—that's a bad manner, but stealing from the rich? I understand that.

And you are scaring me now..

Like, be honest, do you have any special supernatural power? Do you have a camera in my room or something? 'cause how do you know that yes, writing indeed started to feel like an obligation to me—I lost the sparks—especially during those times when I, out of the blue, started to lose motivation to write.

You see, personally, I think the most important thing for a Fanfic writer is that you should have fun while writing! I mean, it's not a job, so you should enjoy it! And I've been living by this motto ever since I, myself, became a Fanfic writer.

But lately, I wasn't able to feel the same, y'know.

Whenever I do random things, I think of my books, the potential future plot and stuffs, and I always have this stupidly big smile on my face during the whole time—you might even think I'm mentally ill or something because I'm feeling that much of happiness!

However, you can say a couple of weeks to be completely honest, I wasn't able to feel the same joy, y'know, Instead of smiling and giggling like an idiot, I ended up frowning whenever I opened the books. My face used to be like: >:( It started to feel more like a chore of something, and I couldn't confess it truthfully until now because, well, haha, I thought it was very rude of me to say so.

I kinda don't have any idea why I started to feel this way, but I'm sure that the book Cliché had a pretty big hand behind this—I think I did vent about it to you some months ago (?).

I mean, it's very arrogant of me to say this, but I took (maybe take?) pride in the fact that I never suffer(ed) from writer's block and that my imagination power is very strong—ideas always keep flooding in my mind and story automatically formed on its own as I typed. However, I never realised that having so many ideas can also mean that they may not connect very well to eachother, y'know.

And that's exactly what happened while I was writing the book Cliché. I had abundance of ideas for the story to proceed, but they just didn't link up which frustrated me and, I guess, also damaged some of my ego.

I won't say I'm done with writing though :) I still like it a lot, and I'm, slowly, getting back into the track—it may take a while, I think.

Oops, I ranted a lot :p

Thank you so much! You are very, very sweet <3

Also, "You may not see me or smell me, but sometimes you hear me and feel me," hm? That's scary, hehe :p

And LMFAOOOO! Glad to know you won't actually kill someone, lol.

Take care <3333333333

Sending you lots of love!!

[lawyeronabike]

Misadventures in American Public Transit #4: The Airplane

If the Wright Brothers could see the state of commercial aviation today, they never would have invented the airplane. Prove me wrong.

Obviously I'm exaggerating. But there are serious flaws with American air travel that high speed rail all the more essential.

The TSA: at best, they slow you down, make you take off your shoes, unpack and repack your laptop, and generally be a nuisance. Then there's the times that they want to pat you down. I cringed at the sight of their screens, after I passed through the full body scanner, which showed an anomaly in my genital area. They patted me down last time I flew. It's billions of dollars totally wasted.

2. Planing and Deplaning: I never understood why a perk of spending more money for your ticket was to board the plane earlier. I don't give a shit if I'm the first person on or the last person. The plane will not take off until everybody has boarded. Boarding first means you have more time to sit in those cramped airplane seats. It is notoriously slow to file in and out of an airplane, and needlessly so.

People like CPG Grey love to overcomplicate things, theorizing optimal mathematical algorithms for boarding when true solutions are right in front of our faces.

So how can boarding actually be made better? Goddamn it, do it like trains. No mathematical formula for boarding would beat these two suggestions. 1) Stop assigning seats ahead of time. You claim your seat by sitting in it. 2) Have multiple doors for boarding. Shoving hundreds of people in through a single door has always been madness. Trains can board and deboard masses in seconds. It's long past time for planes to do the same.

3. The Idiocy of airline pricing: I'm not even talking about all the extra fees associated with flying. Everybody knows how annoying that is. What I'm talking about is a pricing model that would make an economist's head spin. What I'm talking about is this.

See this? This is a google price graph (Generated Feb. 21) of the cost to fly from New York to San Francisco on June 1. Why does the price dip? You have to be a psychic to play the airline pricing game. Price go up, price go down. Buy the Dip! Oops. you missed it, you have to pay more now. I don't like this. I want straightforward incentives to help me know when to buy. Amtrak for contrast, prices tickets lower, and raises prices as tickets are sold. I can buy a train ticket not worrying that I'm wasting money by not waiting for the dip.

So intrepid consumers try to save cash. They notice something weird. Sometimes, it is literally cheaper to buy a ticket to a far away place with a layover in a closer place than just to buy a ticket to the nearer place directly. It confounds common sense and is not how the world is supposed to work, according to economics. Don't believe me? Here's an example. (Prices checked on Feb. 21st)

On July 1st Delta flight 528 from Los Angeles to Atlanta costs $249. Or does it?

If you want to fly from Los Angeles to Fort Meyers FL, with a layover in Atlanta, it costs $144. Same airline. Same day. And same fucking flight. The first leg of the journey is provided by our old friend Delta flight 528.

So enterprising travelers start skiplagging. (cough cough search https://skiplagged.com/) They simply exit the airport at the layover airport, getting the correct price for a flight which was clearly mispriced. Surely, airline CEO's see this, and immediately fix their obtuse, opaque, and incredibly frustrating pricing system. Surely, airlines don't want to have a system in place which rewards people for buying seats they don't need, depriving travelers who do need them. Right?

But if you guessed they were going to be giant dicks about it, bonus points for you. Because we live in the worst timeline, they have decided to contractually enforce this insanity. It is a violation of the terms of service for most major airlines to skiplag. Take a look at this gem from Delta.

"Delta prohibits ticketing practices intended to circumvent the published fare that Delta intends to offer for your true itinerary. These practices include:.. 3) Hidden City/Point Beyond Ticketing - The purchase or usage of a fare from a point before the passenger's actual origin or to a point beyond the passenger's actual destination."

Imagine going to law school, thinking you're going to make the world a better place, only to sell out to commercial airlines and have to write shit like this to make the world a worse place.

(I hope the lawyers got paid a lot of money). I'm calling on congress to enact legislation to prohibit airlines from punishing customers for skiplagging.

We would not accept these shenanigans anywhere else. Can you imagine if at the grocery store, buying 10 oranges was cheaper than buying 5, but buying 11 was more expensive again? Can you imagine if to get into the store, you were required to wait in line while security guards with a better retirement plan than you made you take off your shoes, and funneled you in, one by one, through a single entrance, and assigned you a part of the store rather than let you pick where you started shopping? Nobody would accept this. Air travel can and be should be better. Much Better.

In Conclusion:

Plane bad, train good